Lyrics Murder - Ours

Tied down to the things we can′t let go of
Realized how many dreams we can't recover
We layed down in our sleep and began to choke
We layed down in a dream and we never woke

Life doesn′t have a meaning everything's a joke
Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show
We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow
Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of knowing

Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder

We fight about the things we never even had control of
In and out of thoughtsso many people baught
Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal
Wont bring you peace until you learn to read yourself

Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder

Bow down to the things you can′t let go of
Eating out of dog′s handswith never anything to show
Even if it hurt to love youcouldnt leave it slowly
Slipping from your core as you're waiting for your dream to come

Murder, Murder

Give in the things you baught with
Give in the things you baught with
Give in the things you baught with
Give in the things you baught with

Murder
Give in the things you baught with
Murder
Give in the things you baught with
Murder
Give in the things you baught with
Murder
Give in the things you baught with your life